Hello there. Today Helga tell her story about what has happened to her. "The thing's my eyes refuse to be friends with my head. So, they show me something that doesn't really exist.
Let's say nothing special ever happened to me. Nothing fell on me. I wasn't about to die. There weren't any shamans with tambourines in my family. I'm just an ordinary girl from an ordinary family. Except the poor vision. Thanks to my dad. In his 40s, he wears glasses with terrible diopters. And my 'rents're already saving money for a surgery.
Yeah, mum said in childhood, I talked to someone. But we both thought it’s okay for a kid. Kids can talk with an imaginary friend or something like that. My younger sister's 3. She also loves to talk to herself. And she says she talks to dolls. But that doesn’t matter. Anyway, until I was 15, everything was okay. I felt good and even a bit bored.
And when I turned 15, I came to visit my grandma. Just to chat and talk to her. And at some point, I realised I was kinda going off the conversation. And in front of my eyes, everything was starting to blur. And then, I saw clearly. But what I saw then was really different fro my grandma's house. Only the old sideboard and the family couch remained the same. And it was covered with a completely different fabric. More expensive. Some kind of velvet"
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